Monday, February 12, 2007

Harm in Women Working

Harm in Women Working~1. Harm to the Man: When you work, you rob your husband of his right to meet ordinary challenges, and to grow by these challenges. And, as you become capable, efficient, and independent, he feels less needed, andtherefore less masculine. This weakens him. As you lift, he sets the bucket down.~2. Harm to the Woman: When you work by choice, you tend to lose some of your womanliness. When you work you tend to take on masculine traits, to be aggressive, bold, capable, efficient, and independent, resulting ina loss of feminine charm. How much charm you lose depends on the type of work. Less masculine jobs are secretarial, clerical, nursing, school teaching, and child care. But any type of work which earns money encourages independence, an enemy to feminine charm. Quoting from my husband's book, "Man of Steel and Velvet": "~When a woman divides herself between two worlds it's difficult forher to succeed in either. In her world alone she has challenge enough to achieve the domestic excellence she desires. Here she is the understanding wife, the devoted mother and homemaker, and gains great satisfaction from a job well done. This takes great effort. To divide her time and interests between two worlds makes success in eitherdifficult. "Even if she rejects her home sphere and turns her heart and soul to the working world, she will have difficulty. In many jobs she will have a natural disadvantage. She will not meet man's excellence in his world, but will always be secondary to him. So she wanders between two worlds, having rejected her own where she could have been superior and chosen another where she will never be anything but a second-rate man."When a woman works because it is her husband's idea, an even greater harm comes. His suggestion that she work casts doubt in her mind as to his adequacy as a man. If he must lean on her, she will question his ability to solve his problems and face responsibility that is his. This brings insecurity. "Still another harm to consider is the woman's relationship to her employer, especially if he is a man. She's accustomed to looking up to her husband as the director of her activities. When she finds herself taking orders from another man, it is an unnatural situation. She owes him obedience as her employer, and in countless hours of close contactshe may find herself physically attracted to him. Seeing hat his best and perhaps as a more dynamic and effective leader than her husband, she makes comparisons unfavorable to her husband, whose faults and failingsshe knows all to well."~3. Harm to the Children: When a mother works due to a compelling emergency, children adjust to this situation. They're able to understand when a genuine emergency exists. They may suffer neglect but don't feel lack of love or concern. When a mother works by choice, great harm can come to the child. When he realizes she prefers to work instead of taking care of him, that she places her interests or luxuries ahead of his basic needs, this raises doubt about her love. The children of working mothers usually suffer considerable neglect. Not in all cases,but in most. The woman who works must dedicate herself to her job in order to succeed and justify her pay. During the working hours her job's a priority. At times it will be demanding. Her children are less demanding. They're naturally the ones who suffer. >>~From Fasinating Womanhood

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The Wreckers of Homes

The Prince of the legions of darkness was sitting ensconced on his teetering throne,Awaiting an army of specialized demons whose job was the wrecking of homes.They were due to report on the war they had waged, and soon they came canteringhither;From the four winds they came, the demons and imps, from yon and afar and fromthither.“Report!” barked the Prince. One by one they came forward-and told of the homesthey had wrecked, wantonly, shamelessly splitting them up with a pitiless,morbid effect.“I drove the wedges,” said Jealousy slyly, a shriveled black imp with a glare,“I invaded their thoughts with satanical skill. It’s a cinch when I break up a pair.”: Oh, yeah!” sneered Mistrust, “I am far more effective. I sit on their shoulders andwhisper.I perch there, for instance, and say to the wife, “He’s a teller of tales, is your mister.”Next I say he’s a liar, then say he’s unfaithful, then I say: “You just watch him a bit,”And before very long she sees all kinds of things, And I prod her to tell him ‘I quit.’”“Ha! You are not half as successful as I!” Infidelity said with a grin,“You are merely a Doubt, but I am The Deed, I’ve got medals to prove that I win.”“Ho, ho!” laughed Old Alcohol, veteran demon, “You’d seldom have won but for me!I take special delight in breaking up homes,” he chuckled with hideous glee.Up piped an imp, Carnal Courtship by name, “If it were not for me...” (and he cackled)“If I had not got them all started off wrong, you big shots would feel mightyshackled.”Boredom and Laziness, Incident Nagger and Cruelty all took their turn.Spite made a hit, and Hatred another, with tales that would make your ears burn.“Did you get them ALL?” roared the Prince from his throne. They were allshamefaced, and suddenly still. They shriveled in silence and trembled withterror, appearing dejected and ill.“Report!” the Prince thundered. “What have you to say?” One quivered, “You simplydon’t knowWhat it’s like in some homes. We are demons of darkness and simply can’t getthrough The Glow.”“What glow?” screamed the Ruler. “We don’t know just what,” said the imp with atremulous grin,For one thing, they start off the day with a prayer – and that kind, well, it’s hard to getin.”“Pshaw!” said the Prince. “It is true,” countered jealousy. “O you don’t know howI’ve tried.I have pounded their ears. I have battered their brains, but I had to get out e’re I died.The moment I come to the husband or wife they call on the One – you know Who –And He comes, and I haven’t a chance in the world! In that case, Prince, just whatwould you do?”“And I, sir,” said Hatred, “have neither a chance, not a ghost of a chance I say,When a fool keeps whispering to his wife, ‘I love you more every day!’”“You can’t say that I haven’t tried,” pouted anger. “Sometimes I’ll even get in;And just when I think I am winning the battle, they jump up and call me a sin.”“I,” said Old Laziness, lolling around, “If Hatred can’t do it, why bother!For with Love in the way, those husbands and wives do nothing but slave for eachother.”“And I,” mumbled Boredom, “I know Who’s at fault, it’s that FOE Who again isalive!They sing about Him and they talk about Him, and I haven’t a chance to survive.”Carnal Courtship crouched low so the prince of the ranks would forget that he evenwas there.He spied him in spite of it. “Carnal,” Prince roared, “Why did you not tempt everypair?”“I tried!” quivered Carnal, “but what can you do? Some won’t even bite. Somerepent,And the Enemy comes and He chases you out; and, sir, when HE sends, you areSENT!”“Are there many homes left where we haven’t a foothold?” the prince of thespecialists queried.“Quite a few,” sighed the imps. “They are simply impervious. They have left us allweakened and wearied. Those marriages last, O twenty-five years! It’s acinch that they last for life.They get harder and harder and harder to wreck – those homes where the husband andwifeHave Yahushua at the head, and they all pray together, are submissive and loving and true:And frankly, we’ll tell you, to break up that kind is more than we demons can do!”